Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.